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Claude Lacelle
# Claude Lacelle
Monday, June 30, 2014 5:39 PM
Lovely but this is a very sad french song ...

Here is my feeble attempt to translate this song into english so we can all weep together when we play it.

On the Edge of Lake Bijou (Jewel)

In southern Louisiana, in the Attakapas woods
Where the river joins the levee
Growing in the cove is an old oak tree
On the edge of Lake Bijou.

In the foliage where branches have their crooks
The swallows return each spring
They take refuge in the green oak,
On the edge of Lake Bijou.

Turn, turn in my arms
Hold me tight again
Stay with me, under the green oak,
On the edge of Lake Bijou.

It was the year of fifty-seven
The first time I saw
both birds, build a nest,
On the edge of Lake Bijou.

They returned, when winter was over
I called Peter and Mary
A great man, black as night,
His maid with him.

Turn, turn in my arms
Hold me tight again
Stay with me, under the green oak,
On the edge of Lake Bijou.

During Lent, later in April
I saw one last time
A single bird, perched on a branch,
On the edge of Lake Bijou.

He remained quiet, his heart was broken
Watching from morning to night
Until Sunday, he was gone too,
On the edge of Lake Bijou.

Turn, turn in my arms
Hold me tight again
Stay with me, under the green oak,
On the edge of Lake Bijou.

Stay with me, under the green oak,
On the edge of Lake Bijou.

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